07/22/09 - posted by Leif Hatlen
I remember the 'Iron Horses' with the motorman up front surrounded by passengers packed in like sardines during heavy commute hours. Once in a while the motorman would yell out 'get behind the white line' or 'get away from me so I see'. Sometimes there would be a curtain that he could pull down to give him some protection. And these were the days of the two man operation; the conductor at the rear of the car would often be just a crowder as people tried to get on and move to the inside. I always wanted to ride way up front so I could see where we were going. In all my years of riding the Muni-buses and streetcars- I can not ever remember being on one when there was an accident.
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